4.27.2009

Bonner Update!

For Bonner we are allowed to post on a blog hollaaaaaaaaaaaar!
That means that a. I am saving paper via not printing out a three page write up and b. I can enhance my viewer’s experience by adding photos! I don’t have many, but the few I add will make this much more enjoyable, I promise.
So a few weekends ago I attended the conference “Convergence: The Intersection of Arts and Activism” at Tufts University. I was excited because it was unique chance to meet other artists who are interested in building community and making change through their work. It was also a chance to meet successful (gasp!), independent artist who were making a life doing what they love. I woke up bright and early Friday morning, hopped on a plane, and am now proudly proclaiming that I experienced a great amount of success in navigating my way around the grand ol’ city of Boston. I got from the airport to the campus, from the campus to the apartment at which I was staying, to and from the campus many times after that, and back to the airport on Sunday with time to spare. So before you get all worried thinking “Oh man. Did Sarah even make it back? We all know of her tendencies to get lost everywhere she goes…” no worries, mon petit pal, for I am back safe and sound.

When I got to Boston it was pouring down rain and so I trudged the 30 minute hike from the Davis Square Station to the academic building of choice on Turfs’ campus. Our first session explored “Performace as Protest.” We were joined by:

Abe Ryback—Artistic Director of The Theater Offensive, a Boston-based theater company whose mission is “to form and present the diverse realities of queer lives in art so bold it breaks through personal isolation and political orthodoxy to help build an honest, progressive community.”

Milan Kouhot—Performance artist who sought to bring human rights to his native Czechoslovakia before he was expelled in 1986 due to his political art activism.

Olivia Greer—Associate Director of Culture Project, an organization that “brings the national political conversation to life on the New York stage.”

Lenelle Moise—a Poet, Playwright, and Performance Artist who “creates jazz-infused, hip-hop bred, politicized performances and plays about Haitian-America identity.”

So many different topics were explored. The arguments and discussions and disagreements made the complexity of art and activism so evident—using your body as a form of art; connecting your art, something beautiful and honest, to a group of people that is so broken and so ugly that we often would rather ignore it; the idea of artistic prostitution where making a living with your art comes into conflict with making a lifestyle of your art; and the idea of loving humanity enough to fight for its survival (as stated, in some form or another, by Che Guavera).

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking “this is so dramatic.” But the fact is that dramatic is one thing it is not, and honest is one thing that it is. Abe shared with us some stories from his childhood, getting treated so cruelly by his peers because of his sexuality. He sees this behavior now by grown adults to grown adults, grown adults to children, children to children. One of the services his theater group provides is going to a local park—one notorious for homosexual meetings, interactions, and sexual behavior by many with AIDS—and handing out free condoms to promote safe sex. Observers criticize and mock his efforts. He is doing what he can to connect to this population, to serve them, but somehow this population does not deserve our service? They are a group that has been mistreated by many and like I said, we would rather ignore it than fact something that is so broken.
My favorite part of the conference was a session called “Creating a Life: Making It as a Young Artist/Changemaker/Educator” that featured a panel of six artists seeking to change the communities around them through their work.

David Schlafman, an illustrator and animator, is currently partnered with PBS and is creating a healthy cooking (and eating, fo course) show for kids. The show focuses on teaching kids safe practices in the kitchen, helping them learn what is good for their bodies, and showing them how fun it can be to cook!
http://www.schlafman.com/ds/illustration/1/sketch_draw2/2

Nelson DaCosta is a painter working in Boston. His work is a reflection of his experience as a child, living in war-torn Angola. He witnessed horrible things—the murders of people he loved—and was hospitalized after being shot at age 12. When he was in the hospital, he got some art supplies, and from then on he has realized how wonderful art is, that he can tell his story using paint.
http://ase.tufts.edu/gallery/shows/thesis_apr08.html

Nate Dubbs is a glass artist, and one of the managers at Goggleworks Center for the Arts in Pennsylvania. This center is a public center aiming to foster creativity and education within the community.

Nick Rodrigues is a sculptor and performance artist and some of his projects are so funny! He has an entire series on “human interactions.” One that is so funny is the Portaparty—a reflection of Nick seeing all these people walking around, cut off from the people around them because they have little earbuds in their ears, listening to their iPods. http://www.nickrodrigues.com/

Naomi Cohen was another panelist, and her work is so incredible—she is an art therapist at an all-girls school in Brooklyn, NY.

So many of the artists have taken it upon themselves to make a difference in their communities—through connecting to certain populations by making people more aware of the issues around them, telling their stories, providing resources, and just fostering a more inclusive and exciting atmosphere. It’s just so cool. It’s also ALWAYS incredible for me to see people who have made both a lifestyle and a living out of their artwork. It is my goal: to do something I truly love, something that involves art. That is why I felt so encouraged by Naomi’s stories—it is such a gift to use your love for art to help others have a voice. I feel that I have had only one experience where I felt that my art was really serving someone else, and it was a project a did last year:

It helped me think about my experience in Ecuador and how I was treated as a woman and the struggles that Ecuadorian women face everyday. I felt especially connected to the children there, and this work was just a step in my process to understand how my presence there affected me and affected the children with whom I worked.

10.23.2008

I have been vair busy lately.

I mean, really. The school semester is already more than half way over! Can you even believe such a thing. I have been teaching ESL (which I had tonight and OMG the Cuban family is too wonderful. And on Tuesday while my students were being tested, I was playing with Angel and he is only about 2 years old and he gets his English and Spanish confused and oh boy. We had so much fun drawing and coloring and I drew him a dog and he really liked it.), working on some art projects, reading really good books (The View From Saturday by EL Konigsburg, My Name is Asher Lev, by Chaim Potok, FAME AND GLORY IN FREEDOM GEORGIA BY BARBARA O'CONNER. So good all of them are --Yoda), being so tired, writing letters and reading letters (From Syda and Kara! Woot), taking a day tripskis to DC with Bryan and the art department plus others, going to UNC!!! and meeting Dr. Kuhlman, the recently tenured professor with whom Bryan is rotating lab-wise, and the other graduate students with whom Bryan works, also having suuuuch a good dinner with the Ders and mmmmmmmmm baking bread in NC and going to a farmer's market and geez. When I put it that way, I have been rull busy. I haven't taken many photos, but here are a few:

Ah, the results of one-a-day web cam conversations with Bry...heh!
The H2O Day, with InterVarsity. Jenna. So cute.
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...




8.27.2008

A few truly lovely things:

Life is feeling.
...the experience of art yields a view of human reality as something networked, crisscrossed with ties and bonds, quite at odds with the individuated world we take to be real: our private body and mind as the fixed enclosure where we think we live as individuals...Through literature, other lives enter ours as richly and mysteriously as air enters our lungs. Through art we access realms of experience that are life-enhancing...There is a startling economy at work here, a two-way street, inasmuch as the books we read flow inward into us, add to our stock, enrich our perceptions, stir our inmost feelings; yet art and literture also, quite wonderfully, draw us out, hook us up (imaginatively, emotionally, neurally) into other curcuits, other lives, other times.Life and love are precious because death is real.

At its most transcendent, art simply remakes the world, reshuffles that tired deck, stuns us with a larger apprehension of human affairs and our place within them, for we see how tentacular and linked the world really is, how arterial art's pathways truly are.

8.09.2008

Saturday morning.


Saturday, August 9
Kara and I went hiking on Wednesday. We went to a section of the AT, and hiked four miles to the top of McAffee's Knob, and four miles down. It was so enjoyable and wonderful and hot and splendid and when we got to the top, we ate some delicious peaches and granola bars and drank water and enjoyed the view. Here are a few pictures:

7.31.2008

New kitties: Toulouse and Mika

Thursday, July 31
Some pictures of the kitties, because that is all I have for you. :)

7.27.2008

Won't you take me to...Funky Town?

Sunday, July 27
So one week has passed with the Moneta day camp. I have written short notes all week, on random pieces of paper, to remind me of what I wanted to journal about. But now I am sitting here, all lounging in my chair of pain because one I havbe swimmer’s ear and two I have bitten my lip three times in the same spot, and oh the woe. It is all sore and tender and just majorly red.
But I must push forward: This camp is very different from the last camp. I feel almost to tired [mentally] to write about it, simply because I have been thinking and talking about it all week. The kids are more privileged, which is one factor that we must consider when planning each week, because the last camp was designed for underprivileged kids, and here we have privileged kids. I think the reason why we have the kids we have for this camp is because the lack of cooperation from the county when it comes to transportation. The county is not allowing us to use the school’s transportation, so we are paying for our own. Still, we are unable to transport the kids who are out in the boonies, and they aren’t able to provide transportation for themselves, so unfortunately, they are being left out of our camp. Because the kids are more privileged, they are more socialized and they are much further ahead in their reading and writing development. It sort of feels a lot like babysitting—these kids don’t feel like being at camp is special and most of them don’t really need us as interns to support them. Everyday, we hear several complaints from the kids saying “Oh come on! This is so boring!” or “Can we go play Freeze Tag now?” They are just very different from our other kids who during art, each one would be excited to participate in what we were doing, and if they weren’t, they would sit peacefully if handed a piece of paper and some crayons. There is definitely an advantage to having these kids for our second camp, though. First of all, it’s a lot less emotionally draining. The only time I have cried in the past week was when we were talking about out kids from Brunt Chimney and boy do I miss them. Especially Dekota. Also, these kids have a much longer attention span—therefore, they can actually do the activities we plan for them. Oh! And they really want to journal. Many of our kids in the last camp could barely read and could not write at all, so journaling was always something we didn’t enjoy because the kids never enjoyed. Now, we have girls writing chapter books! All in all, I think that I am just cruising through this camp. I feel calm and relaxed, but definitely far less attached to the kids.
Also, with Russ and Sarah being gone, the management of this camp has been lacking. The adults haven’t been treating us [the interns] like adults, but instead like kids. We have spent the week being criticized and micromanaged by the teacher’s aides and by other adults involved with the camp. I guess they don’t really realize that we have gone through a month of this, so guess what: we actually know what we’re doing!
: : : Our wee birdies living above the entrance to the Moneta Public Library : : :
It’s also hard for retired teachers to come into our camp and remember that this is not school, it is a summer camp. That means that there will be time (INTENTIONALLY SCHEDULED) for the kids to have unstructured time to themselves.
However, when I briefly mentioned this to one of the adults, it seemed that Friday went a lot smoother. We got to really run the camp. It was very nice. We got to interact with the kids more, instead of worrying about interacting with the teacher’s aides. We’ve also had many issues in the cabin, which is to be expected when six people are living together, driving everywhere together, and in general, with each other ALL the time. I think that we forget to be considerate sometimes and often are only thinking of our selves.
Okay, not non-camp wise, I shall fill you in. Yesterday Annie took us to the Emerson Creek pottery outlet, the Old Virginia Candle Co. outlet, the JCREW outlet store, and to a restaurant called Schmokies. The restaurant was very cool because we all ordered their classic pulled chicken or pulled pork dish (which came with two sides) and they brought out 6 different kids of barbecue sauce, each having a different flavor: bold, smoky, tangy, sweet, tart, or hot. I ate the bold and smoky flavor on my two open faced sandwiched. IT WAS SO GOOD. I really liked that place. When we were finished shopping, we went to the Saturday service at Resurrection Catholic Church, where Annie goes to church. It was a really weird service. The sermon—which I know is called something different in the catholic religion—was like 7 minutes long and quite simple [but important nonetheless]. It was that the only way to be truly happy is to pursue that which you need, not that which you want. Because wants are endless, and pursuing what you want will only leave you unsatisfied and unhappy, whereas you only need one thing, and that is the Big G [i.e. God]. And God is ready and waiting for you, so what you need is very close at hand, and will always love you back. But anyway, as important as that is, the actually close scripture reading was not even present in the service, meanwhile I didn’t feel as close to God going through the service where every response is planned, many thing are repetitive and almost robotic. It was just a strange experience, but I am glad that I went, of course. : : : Take me to your leader, na-noo, na-noo : : :
Then we went to Annie’s house and I snuggled with her HUMUNGOUS New Finland dogs, Lucy and Seamus, and we made grilled pizzas and ate them with salads as a side. It was all delicious, but I was happy, happy and thrice happy to return to our cabin. I called Bryan, talked to him for a very long time, and then went to bed, woke up this morning, and found Kara trying to made toast of the French variety with this truly terrible pan that is all we have in the cabin. No matter what, everything sticks to the bottom. It is so annoying.
We are leaving in three hours to go see Russ and Sarah at their house. We made a huge flower arrangement for Sarah, from flowers we cut from Annie’s yard and the middle of the street.
P.S. Yesterday, when we were in the bathroom changing for church, a woman poked her head in and asked “Excuse me, is there a little stool in here?”

P.P.S. AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHAA! I lost it.

From Several Weeks Ago. Boop.

Tuesday, July 08
Woowee! Long time, no write.
A storm is a-brewing, and we all just finished eating dinner (casserole, claro) with Linda and Charles. Linda made all these delicious vegetables such as squash and potatoes, creamy spinach, green beans, and a yummy salad with feta cheese.
Before dinner, we all got into the pond with Charles and Linda. Linda, actually, just sunbathed. Michelle and Bre lounged on Big Bertha, and I had a wee raft to float upon. It was so beautiful and sunny and breezy and warm. Perfect.
Now, Michelle and I are having a small date with GPS Melvin, trying to figure out our game plan for Friday (FRIDAY!!!!!!!!) We think we are going to leave right from camp, carpool back to Chester, and then her mama will come pick her up and I will meet her dog and then I will go to dinner with Bry and his family.
Today at camp, a really really nice guy named Jim got all the kids ice cream! It was incredible. The Homestead Creamery truck came and we let the kids go in groups to pick from Birthday cake, Butter Pecan, Chocolate, Vanilla, Cookies and Cream, Strawberry, Mint Chocolate Chip, Banana, Black Raspberry…I can’t believe I was able to remember all of those! I am good. And it rained today, so the kids didn’t get to go outside, so the ice cream was a nice distraction from the fact that they were all pent up in the energy department.
This green tea is very comforting and very good. We went to the Y and I went for a short run outside and LET ME TELL YOU OMG it was so hot and I almost passed out. I was just running and running and finally I returned and did some arm weights and pushups and now my muscles are all wobbly. We are all quite sad at le fact that we will have to leave the kids. We are excited for our break, and to start a new camp, but it is going to be sad. I love the kids, and we all have one or two that we want to take with us or at the very least smuggle and illegally adopt as our own.
Do you know what is funny and also very absurd? Lately we have all six taken to checking out bridal and cooking magazines from the library. So we sit around and talk about food and getting married and whether we like this color or we like that hairstyle.
Last week, we had some really cool stories:

Jonathan: “TODAY, I WENT TO THE BATHROOM, AND MY TUMMY WAS RUMBLING!”
Uhhh, okay Jonathan, thanks for sharing.

Miss Wendy was standing right near the door, and a woman came up and asked “Is this the summer camp for the Y?”
And Miss Wendy said, “No, this is the SML Good Neighbors Camp.”
“Oh! You guys work with underpriviledged kids who can’t read very well, right?” (or something to that effect).
And before Miss Wendy could respond, Devon (a 2nd grade boy) says, “We’re learning how to be good neighbors…”
ISN’T THAT SO WONDERFUL? Talk about a Hallmark moment.

Savannah’s last day was on Friday, and her mom came in and just thanked us so much for what we are doing. She said that last summer, Savannah (WHO IS SO CUTE AND SO WELL BEHAVED AND REALLY JUST ADORABLE) had been in the Y camp and had come home hating it. Her mom said it was hard for her, because as a mom she had to work but she didn’t like sending Savannah somewhere she hated everyday. She said that this summer, Savannah has come home everyday singing the songs we teach them, telling her mom about all the different counselors, and bringing home her art projects. Savannah’s mom said she was always excited to go to camp, everyday.
JIGGLY MUSCLES, let me tell you.
So that’s all. I’m excited to see my family and my boyfriend and my dog.
Here you go, a little treatski:
Over and out!

Love,
Sarah!